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The only thing that really helps Phil’s head is an orgasm. But. Phil is lazy.
“Stop, stop, stop,” he hisses.
Dan pulls off with an audible ‘pop’. Phil can only really see the sheet getting higher. He’s not sure how Dan’s breathing down there, but he hasn’t complained yet.
“What?” Dan drawls, kissing low on Phil’s stomach.
“Stop,” Phil gasps, hips bucking.
“What’s your deal?” Dan mutters, nearly indistinguishable, but he stops.
“Gonna come,” Phil says.
“And?” Phil hears the smirk in Dan’s voice. “Isn’t that the whole point?”
Phil releases a small breath and a lot of tension, feeling himself slip away from the edge.
“Okay, keep going,” he says.
Dan stalls. Phil grumbles.
“Jeez, okay,” Dan says, but it’s fond, and then he’s sucking Phil back into his mouth.
Okay. It’s quicker now. Phil grabs uselessly at the sheets, feeling the back of Dan’s head. There’s a gross sound when he accidentally pushes Dan down a bit too far, but the gross sound is fucking hot when Phil feels like this, oh God.
“Fuck,” Phil whines, attempting to angle himself down and out of the glorious suction but Dan keeps going, taking him deeper. “You’re gonna kill—”
Phil comes. His mind goes blank for a blissful second. Dan isn’t stopping, It goes on for a while, actually. And all the sucking and smacking and swallowing sounds are going straight to his—hips, because they keep bucking up, against any part of Dan even when he pulls off, kissing Phil’s balls like that’s fine and he isn’t dying right now. It feels good though. God, way too good?
“Yeah,” Phil sighs when Dan finally worms his way up his body, head popping out to smile at Phil and kiss him. It’s funny but also—sweet. Phil grabs Dan’s ass, his hard cock sliding against Phil’s stomach.
“Should’ve already took care of that,” Dan says, sighing when Phil’s fingers find his hole. He spreads for better access. “Mm.”
Phil kisses him, just tapping around, going with Dan’s motions which are a little erratic, jittery, now that he doesn’t have anything to do but deal with Phil trying to do anything with his hands post-coming his brains out.
“Useless,” Dan grunts, kissing Phil’s neck. He reaches behind himself and grabs Phil’s hand, pushing the stupid fingers into himself. “Oh.”
Phil pushes in harder. Dan fucks against his stomach. It’s hot, somehow, and Dan keeps grunting out noises, sometimes words, then a lot of words that turn into just noises and Phil isn’t sure what he did but Dan’s done.
Phil pulls his fingers out, wiping them on his own thigh, sighing when Dan lies down next to him.
“How’s your head?” he asks.
“Dunno,” Phil shrugs. “We’re in a dark room and we just had sex. Not really a good test.”
“Yeah, but it’s still,” Dan shrugs. Reconsiders. “Okay, I get your point.”
“I feel good,” Phil says, getting closer to Dan again, kissing his cheek. “We can go again.”
Dan smirks. “Really? So…”
Phil really wants Dan to think he’s a sex God and Phil can’t get enough of his magic—whatever. But he just doesn’t want to deal with the oncoming fucked up-ness of the migraines and Dan is having fun, so. Phil isn’t gonna specify.
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“Ah, shit.”
Dan is already on him again. Heavy, warm, ecstatic. Grinding down against Phil’s ass like he’s a piece of meat, nipping his teeth at the back of his neck. Phil arches, gasping, against the swell of his cock.
Phil kind of stopped counting how many times now. But they’ve switched it up from talking about Phil’s headache to—other stuff.
“Okay, okay, okay,” Phil pleads. “I’ll be good.”
After the second round it stopped feeling like a headache cure and more like they’re back where they started, in Phil’s bedroom, getting up to nothing but playing video games and fucking. Phil likes that. He likes barely remembering he’s older now and his head is stupid and that sometimes Dan only sucks him off to help with that.
Dan laughs at him. He holds him tighter. Phil feels so small in Dan’s arms. Helpless.
“You better be,” Dan drawls, relieving Phil of his weight for a moment just to smack his ass. Phil whines, head dropping to the mattress while Dan goes back to holding him, tightly; confine him.
“I said I will,” Phil grunts, resigning himself to his position, slumping like Dan wants him to. Just a ragdoll for Dan to use, berate, fuck.
“As if I’d believe you,” Dan grins.
He kisses the back of Phil’s head. Something like praise. Phil hums, wiggling his ass just to feel how hard Dan is.
“Yeah,” Dan sighs, rutting his hips down against Phil. “That all you care about?”
“What else is there to—”
“Shut up,” Dan growls.
Phil deflates. Dan kisses down the back of his neck, softening his hold.
“You shut up,” Phil grumbles quietly.
Dan either doesn’t hear or pretends not to, because he doesn’t break from kissing all the way down Phil’s spine. They’re light touches, a little hint of wetness from Dan’s tongue, a tickle that makes Phil twitch. He really preferred the aggression, the weight, but he can’t remember any of that once Dan licks over his asshole.
Phil spreads his legs, knees pushing down against the mattress while he grabs onto the headboard. Dan clutches his hips to keep him in place.
“Don’t,” Phil moans.
Dan’s palms skate up Phil’s sides, pushing his nose between his cheeks to kiss his rim, licking and prodding until it gives. Phil lets out a long breath, pushing back onto him when the tip of his tongue sinks inside.
Dan pulls away too soon. He kisses one cheek, humming something stupid when Phil tries to angle his hips to get him back where he was.
“Thought you told me not to,” Dan murmurs.
“I’m stupid,” Phil says on a breath, and Dan gives him what he wants.
Dan strokes his cock slowly, licks him slowly, grabbing at his waist and releasing like an afterthought. Phil’s hammering heartbeat slows, allowing him to breathe evenly and to stop thinking about what comes next. He lets Dan do what he wants, which is nothing more and nothing less than this.
“Tastes good,” Dan says, maybe to himself, but Phil doesn’t care.
“You picked out the flavour,” he shrugs.
Dan smacks his ass. Squeezes. Phil keens, pushing into it.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
“Turn.”
Phil rolls over onto his back when Dan is out of kicking distance. He spreads his legs and reaches for his lover, who drapes over him, lets Phil’s arms snake around his back. Dan’s lubed up cock slides against Phil’s balls, making his hips twitch. Dan chuckles. His eyes are warm on Phil’s, nearly shy before they close and he kisses him softly. A hand reaches between them, around Dan’s cock, lining up against Phil. Phil tenses up for a second when the blunt head of his cock settles against him, relaxing into the push, filled up in a slow movement.
“Breathe,” Dan murmurs.
“Breathing,” Phil argues, but releases a large breath all the same.
“Good,” Dan says. He moves, all tension gone, hips rolling with purpose. Phil angles his hips slightly, crossing his ankles at the small of Dan’s back when it feels right.
It’s just sounds, the rustling of soft sheets and the creak of a hand-me-down bed in a flat they can barely afford. Phil holds onto Dan, lets himself rock with the movements, his own hips finding a rhythm with Dan’s. Dan moans, kissing Phil chastely on the mouth before he settles his face in the crook of his neck. The smoothness turns into stuttering. Dan is holding back.
“Just fuck me,” Phil says into Dan’s ear. He feels himself flush with warmth, excitement and a hint of shame at saying the words. Dan shakes his head minutely. “No, no, do it. Where’s my big angry bear, huh?”
Dan laughs, soft and breathy, the smoothness returning but the pace much faster, Phil can barely keep up.
“Side?” Dan asks, voice now strained.
“Yeah,” Phil nods.
They move, rather ungracefully, to Dan spooning Phil. He pushes inside without a second thought. Phil’s knees are together, hips angled to take Dan’s modest size. He finds a way to fit his leg over Phil’s hip, bracing one hand on the mattress and the other on Phil’s shoulder to fuck him harder.
“Oh,” Phil groans, head tipping back, eyes closing. Dan pushes the fringe off his forehead. He feels like he’s being watched. The excitement, the little shame, twists inside his belly and up into his chest as he moans. Dan wraps a hand around Phil’s cock, squeezing it, thumbing at the head while he fucks him.
“Yeah, yeah,” Phil moans, pushing through the shame to find only his own pleasure, his own arousal. “Fuck me, fuck me.”
Phil’s hips jump as he comes, filled by Dan’s cock, pounded into once Dan lets go of his dick and drives into him like it doesn’t matter anymore. Phil groans, slamming his ass down Dan’s cock until the condom fills and Dan’s sweaty face finds a home at the side of Phil’s. Phil grumbles, trying to turn away but then Dan pulls out and kisses him.
“Fuck yeah,” Dan groans, voice full in a way it only gets when he’s just come. Like he’s truly happy. “Yeah.”
“Yeah,” Phil agrees, turning to wrap his arms around Dan, opening his mouth for another sweet kiss.
It might be the last time today, might not be. For now, Phil secretly hopes that racking up orgasms might make the next migraine come later than usual. He also hopes Dan knows he’s great, but he’ll wait to tell him that when he’s sure they’ve finished.